A physician’s compassion in action
As soon as my stethoscope makes contact with her chest wall, I can hear the wheezing. Not quite as loud as last time, but still there, persistently announcing itself with every exhale. I step back and look into her brown eyes, which are searching mine, filled with a mixture of hope and fear.
“How is your breathing?” I ask Greta (name changed).
“A little worse,” Greta admits. She goes on to tell …